“Wrath of the Apex Predator”

By Derelikt Waugh

  Hell’s Headbangers strikes black gold yet again, this time from the nether regions of Australia. Impious Baptism features J. (Nocturnal Graves, ex-Destruktor, ex-Destroyer 666). That resume alone should tell ya what you’re in store for here, but just in case it doesn’t, I will. Impious Baptism vomit forth blackened thrash in an old school vein. Think Bathory meets Pentagram (Chile), with a touch of Asphyx style atmospheric death/doom riffs, and you’re getting warm…very warm. “Wrath of the Apex Predator” sounds like a record dug up in Hell’s basement, but that certainly doesn’t mean this is a Lo-Fi affair. The production here captures every rancid nuance, while retaining the “let’s give Archgoat a run for their money” rawness. Just because it’s an album that sounds like it was recorded in the deepest bowels of Hell, does not mean that it has to sound like the studio was on fucking fire and burning to the ground during the mixing process.

 Thankfully, this is not one of those 90’s clones in production value. It’s not a 90’s clone at all, as a matter of fact. This is one mean mother fucker of an album, interspersed with interludes dripping with atmosphere of the creepier nature. So yeah, this harkens back to the days of Hobbes’ Angel of Death, D666, etc. but it definitely has its own rotten Aussie sound. I think it was some other band from Australia that once said “if you’re into evil you’re a friend of mine”. They also meant that you would probably be friends with Impious Baptism. Or, you would probably be very afraid of them and run to the safety of something much less akin to dangerous, satanic barbarians let loose in the modern world.